Love In A Time of Rain
It's silly to leave your peace in the turmoil of calloused hands Admist the grooves of dried up blisters piled up on themselves from labours of love Labours through guitars, drums or bassed undertones and yet you find yourself trudging through the mud to be held in those hands The laying on of hands should heal, be the shawl that wraps you in feelings of solidity So why are you shivering in the cold? Is the journey the alms you must pay to stop the tick that makes you rub your female scar? You know the one.. The one that you've always had and seems ever changing The one you get the first time you are made to truly feel the weight of your gender The one that itches every time you are counted among this number The one you brandish as your induction.. So here I am soaked to my knees, rubbing at my scar, furiously determined to get where peace waits.